Usually the posts I write are in response to a news or journal article. This time it is in response to the message God sent through His workers at church service last Sunday. They haven’t posted the sermon yet, but I’ll put it here when they do. That should be tomorrow, but seeing as how I already missed 1 day due to personal circumstances, I didn’t want to miss another.
The sermon was entitled Worship Redefined and this one was part 2. Pastor Wade discussed how our daily actions should be what we call worship; not the 20 minutes or so of music each Sunday morning. No, no. We are to worship with our lives. That combined with a bit of a tangential topic in Sunday School on the Christian perspective of being made for work vs. the world’s perspective of working just to pay the bills, lead me to think on my personal work history.
I realized that growing up, I had a lot of adults demonstrating the fruit of the Spirit– love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control– in their work to me. My parental figures come from many back grounds– some were farmers, others teachers, one a nurse, another a real estate agent, a couple ministers, a grocery store clerk, an administrator, a landscaper, a dental assistant, a salesman, a few homemakers, several soldiers. Some wore several of those hats, while others worked tirelessly at the same career their whole lives. So I think I got a lot of depth and breadth in my observations. Now, they are all human and have not all had positive work lives all the time, but for the most part, they’re wonderful role models. What struck me most was that they all take pride in their work and really live out Colossians 3:23– “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord and not for human masters.” Several of them own/owned their own business and that comes as a prerequisite almost to a successful, mom-and-pop type business, but the ones that had a boss besides themselves really did the same when I looked at it.
I hope I do too.
In PT school, one of the courses I was required to take was a business course, so I would be prepared to open my own clinic if I wanted to someday. One of the assignments in that class was to write our own personal mission statement and also that of our fake business we had to create for our final project. Usually mission statements are reserved for succinctly defining the purpose of an organization. 1) I’m not an organization and 2) I’m never succinct, but I felt like writing a new one with Sunday’s sermon and thoughts in mind, so here’s what I’ve got:
I seek to worship God through using my God-given passions–biological sciences, particularly the human body and how to mold it into the best physical function it can have– and to apply those passions to others, so they can reach their full physical potential and thereby better serve God’s purpose for their own lives.
Do you have a mission statement? I think it’s a good practice to have one for yourself and re-evaluate it and our progress toward that every now and again. Just to make sure we’re growing in the right direction.
When I think the word “mission” I picture a little white stucco church like building with monks and a bell tower. Haha. That’s the significance of this picture.